Today was for real “Click” the door went as I walked into the hall. I was seeing so many faces, excited for the season to start. As excited as we were, the 6th graders looked nervous. And a 5,6,7,8 Waiting for my mom to get home the to go to dance try-outs, so nervous. I was running all around the house to find my dance shoes. Where are my shoes? Do they still fit me? Then I found them and I tried them on and they fit for now, but I might need new shoes. Finding a pizza in the freeze to warm up in the pizza oven. After the “Ding” when off, I ate till I was full. Then I put the rest in a container then put it in the fridge. Later when my mom got home, she told me that I had to eat.
“I made a pizza” I told her.
“Oh ok, how about a snack” my mom asked me.
“Ok” I said an went and grabbed a s’mores pop tart. Then we got in the car and rode to town to try nnb b outs. As I walked in the door, I saw so many friends, I saw them like a week ago. Last week we had a dance clinic, so dancers who wanted to tryout could work on their technique before tryouts. The best part of growing a dance family in the past is always the reunion when you see them again after so long.
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So I listed every skill I learned in my years of dance. After filling them out we got in a space so we could stretch. After stretching from a high school dancer from the coaches varsity dance team. We started to learn the dance, the dance was a little hard but it’s supposed to be hard, because it’s the dance prep team. We practiced so many times I kept messing up this one part, we were put in partnerships. I was set up with a 6th grader that rides my bus. Then we walked into the hall and practiced until the first set of partners went in for try outs. When the first partners went into the room for tryouts, I could only go over the routine in my
I waited by the dance room door for what felt like hours, waiting to see if I made the varsity cheer team. The feeling of both nervousness and excitement overcame me as the coach walked over to the door to post the numbers of the few who made it. The past nine years of my life I played softball year round when I decided to trade in my bat and helmet for a set of pom-poms and a bow. Making the switch from softball to cheer was a big change, I had neither the skill nor physical capability to do what the sport of cheer incorporated.
Life’s as usual in my life until a date appeared on the calendar. March 9th: Track Team Tryouts. I thought about trying out for the team; and after a silent debate in my head featuring the pros and cons of being on the team, I decided to I’d run again this year. Although I knew I was capable of making the team , I also knew I had to get back in shape. “Let’s turn theses flabs into abdominis then.”
Most people view cheerleading as twenty four girls in skimpy uniforms who know basic cheers along with rhythmic stomps and claps, but this is not entirely the case. Cheerleading involves an athleticism unlike any other sport or physical activity. While some people say competitive cheerleading is too unmethodical and muddled to be considered a sport, it actually meets all the criteria to be considered one. Competitive cheerleading is physically demanding, competitive, and regulated. Although competitive cheerleading meets all the components of a sport, some people still see it as merely an athletic activity.
My six word memoir, “Hours of sweat, stress, and sparkles” describes how I feel countless nights a year at my dance recitals.
I got a refreshing glass of ice water and sat down to drink it. I got hungry when I got done drinking the glass of water. I ordered a cheeseburger, and it tasted good. I got done eating the cheeseburger, and I told my parents it was good. After a hour, we left the clubhouse, and we got in the cart and drove to the shed.
There has only ever been one addiction that ever piqued my interest enough to dedicate the majority of my life to it, and that would be competitive cheerleading. Since I was six years old, competitive cheer has always had this hook in me, and even when I tried to take a break away, it always pulled me back in just like gravity. Similar to any other sport, cheerleading requires time, dedication, and a strong mentality. What I would say sets competitive cheerleading apart from other sports is the combination of physical and mental pain you experience. We cannot compare sideline cheerleading to competitive cheerleading due to the growth the sport has done within the past twenty years.
The tryouts were later that night and we had to show them how we
and it 's a feeling I will never forget. This was when I knew that this was my family. We became closer and we went to finals for our routine and competed as a whole new team, we screamed for everybody to hit their stunts and we talked everything out to make sure everything was perfect. Then everything went perfect we left everything on those bright blue mats that we spend hundreds of hours every year on. This family has got each other through rough times.
Have you ever wanted to participate in a sport, but you failed at a tryout? This paper talks about why we should no longer have tryouts for kid’s sports. This is a complicated issue because there are many sides to it, for example, some people may think that it tryouts teach kids to fail. This argument is misleading because if kids fail at a tryout, they may think that they are useless in the sport and they may give up sports altogether. The actual question to be decided is, should there be tryouts and why.
This summer, I had to turn my back on something that has been close with me since I was eight. My dance studio closed, I had been going there since I was eight. To be honest, when I first started, I was terrible. But weren’t we all when we first started the sport that we loved? Six years later, I am still dancing and even more than I had when I first started.
On the first day of tryouts I was extremely nervous. There were so many thoughts running through my head, such as, is there going to be anyone here that I know, am I going to make the team, am I going to be able fit in. All of these things are going through my head as I walked in the dark gym, and that didn't help my nervousness at all. I was in a gym with people that I didn't know and that seemed to be more talented than me.
“Okay squad! Practice has officially started, Get your butts off of the floor and do 20 jumping jacks to warm up your bodies!” Stephanie, the cheer captain says, as she enters the brown and peach floors of the gymnasium in which the cheerleading practice takes place 3 times a week, after school. The cheerleaders all hastily follow Stephanie’s order as they don’t want her to throw another hissy fit, like she did last practice.
Today was the day I was going back to spy academy, the day I got my test results back.. I was so nervous, I didn’t want to go in, I felt sick. My mom gave me a pep talk like she always did. It made me feel better. My parents walked me in and my coach handed me a letter, I slowly opened it…
I was born on the 30th of November 2000 in Adelaide to a mother named Lesley and a father named Shannon. I am aboriginal from my mum’s side of the family and British from my dad’s side. I’ve been an only child up until last year when on July 18th, my little brother Ethan was born. He’s still very small and likes to crawl around the house, clapping his hands and trying to find anything available to put in his mouth. Mum always has to keep a close eye on him.
I was six when I had my first dance recital and I was disappointed that I did not have a bigger role. To be fair, I had just started dancing but was determined to not be a little kid and dance with my friends. After my dance was over my mom came over to me and told me how proud of me she was. I was satisfied. After a time, I started losing interest in dance, it would always interfere with my after school activities, and the dances started to get harder as well.